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Eugénie's eyes meanwhile had begun to sparkle, as she stood in her sable cap and cloak, waiting for her companions. Fenwick approached her. 'Will you sit to-morrow? 'I think not I have some engagements. 'Next day? 'I will let you know. Fenwick's colour rose. 'There is a good deal to do still and I must work at my other picture. 'Yes, I know. I will write.
As he replaced the candlestick beside the clock, Grandet, who never forgot his own jokes, and repeated them to satiety when he thought them funny, said, "As this is Eugenie's birthday let us illuminate."
Mozart's amiability and kindness, no less than his high appreciation of her talent, touched Eugenie deeply, and her eyes filled with tears of pleasure. At that moment Madame Mozart entered, and immediately after appeared other guests who had been expected a family of distant relatives, of whom one, Franziska, had been from childhood Eugenie's intimate friend.
In Eugénie's eyes, as they rested upon her companion, there was a flash was it of horror? Was she jealous even of the dead women whom Arthur painted? no less than of his living friends? Eugénie came close to her, took the irresponsive hand in hers, tucked the shawls closer round the wasted limbs, bent over her, chatting and caressing.
Eugenie's first and only love was a wellspring of sadness within her. Meeting her lover for a few brief days, she had given him her heart between two kisses furtively exchanged; then he had left her, and a whole world lay between them. This love, cursed by her father, had cost the life of her mother and brought her only sorrow, mingled with a few frail hopes.
I wonder if, when obscure and in disguise, she haunted the abattoir du Roule, and worked on amid the lowing and bleating of the victims I wonder if faith prophesied of that distant day of glorious recompense, when the ribbon of the Legion fluttered from Eugenie's white fingers and she was exalted above all thrones? Ah, Mr.
In this he was actuated by two powerful motives the desire to relieve Eugénie's distress and suspense and the wish to avoid the scandal that would be sure to come should the former banker be caught red-handed in the commission of some fearful crime and a legal investigation reveal his identity.
Her attitude, her look expressed a moral agony, how strangely out of place amid this setting! Through her innocent, unconscious though she were the young helpless wife had come to grief a soul had been risked perhaps lost. Only a nature trained as Eugénie's had been, by suffering and prayer and lofty living, could have felt what she felt, and as she felt it.
The people in the yard of the mansion parted, and the General himself walked proudly out of the gate to the curb, where his charger was pawing the gutter. For an instant he stood transfixed to the spot, with one leg in the air. Then he took it down again and spoke to a young officer of his staff, who smiled and began to walk toward them. Little Eugenie's knees trembled.
If you wish to see me happy for my few remaining days, you must, at any cost, be reconciled to your father." On the morrow Grandet, in pursuance of a custom he had begun since Eugenie's imprisonment, took a certain number of turns up and down the little garden; he had chosen the hour when Eugenie brushed and arranged her hair.
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